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thing worthwhile. Then there'll be music for everyone. And the whole world will smile. . In the willow tree. Made for you and me. There's a silver symphony of birds. When the poets rhyme. In the
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pain from all my anatomy. Music has never let me down. It's my symphony, always stayin' in me Who'd know that the world ain't right, ah baby. Lots of people uptight. I'll go crazy if something ever
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Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses. Helpless to resist the notes I write. For I composed the music of
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Night time sharpens. Heightens each sensation. Darkness wakes and stirs imagination. Silently the senses. Abandon their defenses. Helpless to resist, the notes I write. For I compose the music of the
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. A touch and I feel complete. Music is my love you see, yeah Music gets the best of me. But guess who gets the rest of me. And there's no need for jealousy. Music gets the best of me Without the
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Music must be a lady. The way it makes me love to me. Me, ooh, you, music, music. I'm so amazed by your choice of melodies. That you used on me, Lady Music When we make love it's like we're
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Bài hát A Symphony Of Justice - Sona. When I was a child. I had nobody in this world. I was left alone,. Just a sweet little quiet girl. When I tried to speak. Words I wanted to say were gone
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me. If you wanna dance with me. Got no kick against modern jazz. Unless they try to play it too darn fast. And lose the beauty of the melody. Until they sound just like a symphony. That's why I
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When I was young I used to be as fine a man as ever you'd see. The Prince of Wales, he said to me, "Come and join the British army. ". When I was young I had a twist of punching babies with me fist
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play a tango. I'm in the mood to hear a mambo. It's way to early for a congo. So keep rockin' that piano. So I can get some of that rock and roll music. Any old way you choose it. It's got a back
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play a tango. I'm in the mood to hear a mambo. It's way to early for a congo. So keep rockin' that piano. So I can get some of that rock and roll music. Any old way you choose it. It's got a back
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Six string music. By jimmy buffett, G. E. Smith. 1994. Turn off the T. V. Turn off the *. Kick off your high heels. Climb up in my lap. . Chorus. And I'll play music. A song from me
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move. Music fills your heart, well that's a real fine place to start. It's from me, it's for you. It's from you, it's for me. It's a worldwide symphony. I write the songs that make the whole world sing
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move. Music fills your heart, well that's a real fine place to start. It's from me, it's for you. It's from you, it's for me. It's a worldwide symphony. I write the songs that make the whole world sing
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incomplete. So if you want the truth. I just wanna be part of your symphony. Will you hold me tight and not let go?. Symphony. Like a love song on the radio. Will you hold me tight and not let go?. I'm sorry
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like a symphony,. That's why I go for that. Rock And Roll Music . . I took my loved one over cross the tracks. So she can hear my man await a sax,. I must admit the have a rockin' band,. Man they
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You reached into my heart. And found the music of my soul. The melodies unfold. For you I've never danced before. Until you asked me. Then magic lights lit up the floor Gliding in a starlit/less
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Yesterday I was on the edge. Hopin' everything was going to work itself out. A good honest man doing the work of God. Trying to make things better for him. A lover of life in a school for fools
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I ain't no video king. I still have to sing for my supper each night. You stand on the benches. I play in the trenches beneath the big spotlights Lived in a suitcase for half of my years. I got
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I ain't no video king. I still have to sing for my supper each night. You stand on the benches. I play in the trenches beneath the big spotlights Lived in a suitcase for half of my years. I got
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, soft as candle light,. . Michael. There you trust the music of the night. . Barbra. Close your eyes,. For your eyes will only tell the truth,. . Both. And the truth isn't what you want to see
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, will it stop. And what am I to say. Open our music book, that only few can look. And I'll write a song for you. . Love is a symphony, hearts in one melody. 'Cause I write a song for you. Sounds
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stay. You'll never ever beat the IRA. For the 14 men in Derry. Are the last that you will bury. So take a tip, and leave us bloody be. So go on home British Soldiers, go on home. Have you got no
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Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh Oh,. Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh yeah. Listen, closely hear the music playing. Let it take you to places far away and. Relax your senses just do what you want to do. No need for questions
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Nothing seems right. Except for the music at night. A change in the season. It comes like a thorn in my side. Lost in a maze, lost in a maze I looked for you, I was invisible too. Sleeping on
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Catch a star if you can. Wish for something special. Let it be me, my love is free. Sing a song to yourself. Think of someone listening. One melody, you're all for me. I'll write a symphony just for
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echoing inside my head. A single voice above the noise. And like a common thread sing it to me. When I hear my favorite song. I know that we belong. 'Cause you are the music in me. It's living in all of us
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. Hear it, feel it, secretly posess you. Open up your mind, . Let your fantasies unwind. In this darkness that you know you cannot fight. The darkness of the music of the night. . Let your mind start a
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I would make my music for money. Instead of making music for me. . Chorus. I said I know that this may sound funny. But money don't mean nothin' to me. I won't make my music for money, no. I'm
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, be who you feel. If the music is right, well it almost feels real. American Verse 2. From the purple peaks to the city streets. They believe it's a wonderful thing. The power of the pounding beat
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hickery. Bending over skin'n cats. Playing baseball with shired rocks. Using sawmill slats for bats. Play some back home come on music. That comes from the heart. Play somethin with lots of feeling
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bumpin, a swingin, a singin aloud,. And screamin Dynomite!. We searchin for another place,. It must be made of stone. Its got to stand the pressure,. Of movin and getting it on. (You can feel it all
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bumpin, a swingin, a singin aloud,. And screamin Dynomite!. We searchin for another place,. It must be made of stone. Its got to stand the pressure,. Of movin and getting it on. (You can feel it all
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. . Bridge. . The band had left the stand. . And we were in heaven. . Dancing on a cloud. . Way off in the blue. . The music stopped. . And people were glancing. . But we went on dancing. . For
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. . Bridge. . The band had left the stand. . And we were in heaven. . Dancing on a cloud. . Way off in the blue. . The music stopped. . And people were glancing. . But we went on dancing. . For
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. . Bridge. . The band had left the stand. . And we were in heaven. . Dancing on a cloud. . Way off in the blue. . The music stopped. . And people were glancing. . But we went on dancing. . For
